That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Wu Nian's face is fair and clean, and the skin that has been hidden under the clothes all year round is even more white, like a white pear blossom with a little pink on the branches in spring.

However, at this moment, the shoulders and backs of the monk's robe after taking off were bright red, from the shoulders to the waist were all worn out flesh, and there was a whole large area of ​​indistinguishable interlaced scars.

There are many sands and stones under the dark river, and the mountain walls next to it are not all smooth, and I don't know how he rubbed his back so that his whole back was ripped apart. On the contrary, he, who passed out, didn't have any scratches on his body.

Si Huai held Wu Nian's shoulder with one hand to prevent him from turning around, and gently touched the worn dead skin still stuck to the wound with the other hand, and carefully tore it off.

"Hiss—" Wu Nian took a breath of cold air, frowned and said, "Be gentle."

"Do you still know it hurts? Who said you were fine just now? You don't know what's going on here, so you just jumped off?"

Si Huai raised his eyes and glanced at him, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart for a moment, he clearly wanted to protect this man, but unexpectedly he got hurt.

"I can't just watch you fall?" Wu Nian turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes moved to his ankles, his expression suddenly changed, he reached out to stop Si Huai's hand that was treating the dead skin of the wound, and turned sideways Examine the wound on his foot.

Just now Si Huai used his cultivation to reattach the broken tendons and bones while he wasn't paying attention, so that the miserable-looking ankle would not be broken off, but the bone exposed after the skin and flesh hadn't been dealt with yet, At this time, when the open fire shined, the swollen and blackened ankle broke into sight, and it hurt a little.

"Didn't you say it's not a problem? It's not a problem with such a serious injury? If it's not handled properly, this leg will be useless!" Wu Nian took off the monk's robe hanging on his back and threw it aside, and simply sat down on him. feet.

The shoes and socks on the feet that floated down all the way were washed away at some point, and the dirty blood and sand stuck to the feet and wounds, so red and swollen that they couldn't see their original appearance.

Wu Nian carefully raised his leg and put it on my knee, rolled up his trousers gently, squeezed his ankle a few times with light force, looked at Si Huai with some concern, and asked: " Can you feel it?"

Si Huai stared blankly at his movements, deeply moved by his careful care, but couldn't help laughing when he heard his question, and cursed in a low voice: "You monk, you are so hard-working. Of course it hurts!"

"You know the pain and you still bear it? I don't know if I can go out of this place. Did you not plan to tell me and drag this leg until it is useless?"

Wu Nian put on a serious face, which seemed to be slightly angry, which made Si Huai silent for a moment, and looked straight at the reddish circle under his eyes.

It was a muddy leg, after using it for a long time, it would only hurt when it was born spiritually, and if it was broken, it would be muddy again, but he didn't dare to say this, he had never seen this monk worried and anxious.

Wu Nian turned his face away unnaturally when he saw it, took a closer look at the wound, and asked, "Do you have any hidden weapons like knives on your body? The wound has accumulated blood, and the blood must be drained quickly. Soaked in the river for so long, so as not to infect the wound."

Si Huai glanced at him, then took out a thin blade from his sleeve and handed it to him.

He was used to the Shanhe sword, and he was not good at forging another sword. That's why he got so many invisible hidden weapons and hid them on his body. He didn't expect to have such a use.

Wu Nian took the blade and didn't say anything else. He slightly raised the knee supporting his leg, lowered his head and held his calf with one hand to prevent him from moving around, and squeezed the blade tightly with the other hand, carefully removing the wound on the edge of the wound. The dead skin and flesh were cut off, a cut was made on the scabbed wound, and the surrounding area was gently pressed to let the bruise flow out.

Si Huai clenched his lower lip so as not to let out a muffled snort. Seeing his concentration, he suddenly felt that his injury was worth it.

The animal trap thrown aside was illuminated by the blue fire light, and the serrations also reflected the cold light. The small unicorn pattern on the side fell into Si Huai's eyes, and he suddenly laughed softly.

"It was tempered with drugs. Fortunately, there was no poison on it. Otherwise, even if I didn't drown in the river, I would still have to see Lord Yan."

Wu Nian paused and didn't answer his words. Si Huai didn't say anything when he saw it, and continued on his own.

"The Ming family is a master of cultivating immortals. The possibility of breaking into monsters or beasts in the mountains is not high. It is understandable if it is just to catch a trap that has been tempered with drugs, but the bottom is hollowed out. Once stepped on It will sink, and the other end of the clip is carrying a big rock, and she is determined to drown in the river. Do you think that female ghost just purposely lured us here?"

To be more precise, it's not "we", but Wu Nian, that female ghost originally led him there.

But... why?

I don't know if I heard it. My subordinates didn't stop at all. They pulled off the drenched monk's robe, tore off a piece of cloth from underneath, moved it to the fire to dry the water, and let it dry again. , before carefully wrapping the wound up.

He didn't answer all the time, so Si Huai didn't say anything further. The Ming family's weapons hurt his leg a little bit, so he just took advantage of this effort to close his eyes and rest for a while.

I fell from the back mountain into the dark river below, so this place should be inside the mountain, the current is deep and fast, and I don't know if I can get out.

Si Huai opened his eyelids and glanced at Wu Nian through the cracks, secretly feeling a little sad, if he was still the dragon 300 years ago, if his real body hadn't been shattered, he could have changed into his original form, and he went out with him .

"Who on earth are you?" Wu Nian turned his back to him, and suddenly asked without thinking.

The blue fireworks landed on the stone pile, burning without attaching to anything, but with scorching heat.

"You said that you are an unknown casual cultivator, but you have never heard of any cultivator who has the ability to make a fire out of thin air, and can burn without any firewood. A person with no name?"

Wu Nian turned to look at him, perhaps because of his bruised back, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were the color of the fire, but it made people feel cold all over.

He is not a monk of the fairy family, but a dragon who has grown into a human form. Naturally, he can do spells that ordinary monks can't do, but he doesn't know how to tell Wu Nian.

With a long sigh, Si Huai said helplessly, "You just need to know that I won't harm you."

"Then why did you help me?" Wu Nian didn't intend to give up this time of pressing.

They didn't know each other at all. When they were hunting ghosts in the Plum Garden, other casual cultivators looked down on him as a monk, but Si Huai helped him hunt ghosts together; it was only the second time they met in Fengmian. He had cleared his suspicions, and he wanted to help him find the murderer who killed the temple.

In the past, he only thought that Si Huai had a good heart, or he had some considerations of his own, so he never thought about it and never asked in detail, but today he realized that he didn't even know who he was.

"Is it because of your old friend? Because I am a monk like him, so you stand up and help me?"

"I..." Si Huai wanted to defend himself, but suddenly he couldn't say anything.

If he said no, it was because he was Lingjun's reincarnation that he protected him and helped him; but if he said yes, my thoughts in this life are not exactly what Lingjun was 300 years ago.

Wu Nian looked at all the expressions on his face, and finally just nodded in understanding, sighed helplessly, and said: "Forget it, it seems that the benefactor himself didn't understand it. But these are not important, you really didn't hurt me."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked towards Si Huai, without any explanation, he went to untie Si Huai's belt, and took off his wet coat as well.

Si Huai was a little confused, so he obediently cooperated with him to take off his coat. When Wu Nian came to take off his coat again, he hurriedly pressed his hand, and a blush crept up to the base of his ear, and asked: :"do what?"

I read: "Your clothes are all soaked, take them to dry, you can't wait for someone to rescue you here in the wet."

Si Huai: "Waiting for someone to come to rescue? I don't know if anyone noticed us falling."

If it was really just an accident, then someone from the Ming family would go to the back mountain today and find that the organ had been trampled on, and if they found that the two of them were missing, they would definitely send someone to look for them.

But if he really wanted to lure him here as he thought, he would have to fill the hole again without anyone noticing.

Since this dark river is flowing, there must be an exit, but I don't know how far it can flow outside. Now his foot is injured a little bit, and I think it may not be possible to go out with him alone.

Wu Nianjiang rolled up his trouser legs, took off his shoes, walked towards the water and said, "Chen Yi is still in Lianyun Mansion, he will naturally look for us when he finds us missing."

Whether he can find it as a child is another matter.

Before Si Huai's eyes appeared the appearance of the little monk shrinking behind him in fear, and without breaking his words, he asked, "Can the master know how to fast? I haven't figured out the situation here, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out for a while. If I know bigu, I can For a few days..."

"Why bigu?" Wu Nian turned his head, suddenly smiled at him, pointed to the river at his feet, and said in a low voice, "There may be fish in this river."

"What kind of fish can there be in the dark river?" Si Huai couldn't help but frowned, remembering the stench sticking to his body, and said, "This river always has a rancid smell, even if there are fish, it's not clean."

"Mr. Huai is used to elegance. This is not the fish caught in the river in a teahouse or tavern. You can eat it after roasting it. Why don't you worry about being clean..." The last word "Jing" stuck in his throat, Finally it became a breath sound.

Wu Nian retracted his feet that had been in the water, and fixed his eyes on the direction of the rocky beach on the right.

This is the bend at the bend of the river. The sand and rocks at the bottom of the river have been scoured and piled up for many years, forming a small riverbank piled under the cliff.

The river beach is not that big, but what Wu Nian is looking at is the other side where the river bends. I can't find Si Huai and I can't see the direction in the firelight.

"What's wrong?" Si Huai got up from the ground, but fell back without mastering the strength.

"I'm afraid this place is really not clean." Wu Nian came over to help him up, put his arm around his shoulder with one hand, and put his hand on his waist with the other.

His hands were a little cold, touching his bare skin, Si Huai couldn't help but flinched, licked his dry lips calmly, and asked, "What did you see?"

In order to support him, Wu Nian bent down a little, at this time his gaze was just at the same level as him, and he said solemnly: "A corpse."

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